Inspiration: Jamini Roy.
Day 32 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
S shares her tale from Dubai
“I was in Kolkata for a three-month course last year. And I met R towards the wee-end: Just three weeks before I was heading back. I was getting out of another Tinder “fling” at the time and all I really wanted was a good conversation over beer. And that’s just what I got. R and I hit it off from the minute he picked me up at Park Street, and sitting in his car, I felt like I was meeting an old friend. We headed to a bar and soon we were exchanging stories, like we were catching up after a long break. What was supposed to be a short meeting, ended with him dropping me home later that night, all the way on the other side of town, and we shared a joint, parked not too far away from home. “Why didn’t I meet you earlier,” he asked, and I was asking myself the same question over and over in my head. We met a few times before we went our different ways, making out in corridors and stairwells, and only once in my room when the aunty I was staying with was out of town. It wasn’t the best sex, but there was a lot of affection. And I have this feeling that I’ll run into him again soon enough. At least I hope I do.”
